AN: Hey guys, just my first fanfic here :) I barely started getting into the DBZ & immediately fell head over heels with this pairing. Barely getting into the series, I still need to learn the details and such behind their story, but I have the basics down. Thanks guys! Enjoy :)
"BULLLLMMMAAA!" A deep, yet menacing roar came from down the hallway, blasting through the bedroom door and waking up the blue-haired beauty still indulged in her sleep. She rolled over to the side, a wrinkly bedspread and pillow took Vegeta's place. She sat at the edge of the bed, picking up her cream white tank top and capri cut yoga pants from the floor and quickly slipping them on.
She scurried down the hallway and reached the kitchen where her husband called from, sitting at the table,"What is it?" She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall that framed her hourglass figure,"I was sleeping."
"That's the problem, woman. How am I supposed to start my day off if you can't wake up a little bit earlier to make my breakfast." He gnarled, gripping the non-existent utensils in his fists.
"Well excuse me, mister. I didn't know I had to make sure you're well fed. I mean, you ARE my main priority." She said sarcastically, approaching the fridge,"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disappoint the Saiyan Prince. One who can kill such enemies but can't even pick up a simple frying pan." She dug into the fridge, pulling out a pile of food. Vegeta held back his anger, trying his best to ignore the urge he had to break the table in half and blast this place to oblivion,"Contradict yourself why don't you. I don't cook. I am a Prince, therefore I have servants willing to do such things for me." He threw back at her, pinning her down to apologize for her unnecessary remarks.
"Excuse me, last time I checked, I'm your wife. Which makes me your Princess. It's all about love, romance, power, money. Just being on top of the world!"
"Enough with your storybook fantasies, woman."
"You certainly don't act like a Prince. Look at all the things I do for you. I cook, clean, take care of you. Put up with your shit, especially." She laughed,"I do so much for you. You've never returned the favor. Never done a single, sweet thing for me."
Vegeta felt awfully flustered, a light pink blush painted over his cheeks, his muscles tightening as he tried holding back his urges once again.
Bulma dragged three enormous sacks of dirty laundry down the hallway from their bedroom, pulling with all her might as she had them over her shoulder. She took a stop when she reached the living room, Vegeta sunken into the couch, comfortable in an oversized hoodie and his usual pair of black sweatpants.
Without saying a word, she took a seat at his side, watching the TV program along with him,"So, whatcha watching?"
"I honestly don't know. It's all ridiculous. Pathetic earthlings obviously don't know how to broadcast programs on television." He shrugged, looking disinterested in every channel he surfed through.
"Well, I'm off to do the laundry." She patted his thigh as she pushed herself up. She grabbed the bags of laundry by the ties, dragging them right to the door. She opened the door to see the rain pouring so heavily and drenching the grassy field surrounding the capsule.
"Don't."
She looked over to Vegeta, who was now in his usual white muscle shirt, holding out his hoodie to her,"Just take it. You'll.. you'll get yourself sick."
She smiled as a deep red blush brushed over her cheeks,"Thank you, Vegeta." She held the hoodie against her chest, watching him walk down the hallway.
"There you go, Princess."